"Vampires never did quit changing, quit evolving. As the world kept
spinning, they kept moving and that's how I came to be. The spawn of two
very different things into one. To say I was just a vampire would be an
understatment to say the least."
Shawn - Travis - Ross
3 Names
2 Lives
1 Man
Born in a very small town in Texas to my mother, Cynthia Elizabeth
Fuller/Ross and father, Lawrence Walter Ross, I grew up to live a not so
normal life. Not long after having had me, another child came from my
parents. Adeline Beatrice Ross, my little adorable and very annoying
sister. We will get to all that stuff later, for now, we will start with
the real story. Why am I so different?
Family
How about we start with the fact that I am not the only one in my family
who is different. We all are, from my grandmother and grandfather on
down to me and little Adeline. You see, my grandmother was no normal
woman when alive. She was a necromancer, someone who can raise the dead
but control them as well. Her powers were unbelievably strong and she
could raise almost any age of corpse, the best around. She knew all
about them and passed it all onto my mother, who as well, became a very
powerful necromancer. I inherited this gift from my mother but not
nearly as strong, maybe it is just a girl thing because Adeline got it
better than I, but I got something she didn�t get at all.
My father was no normal man either, makes sense though doesn't it?
Lawrence Walter Ross was a living, breathing, walking corpse so to
speak. A vampire at better terms. His strength amazing, his hypnosis
mesmerizing, and his voice soothing. He wasn't quite a master but lived
pretty long. Being that I was born from him and not made into one, I
have gotten talents and have learned how to use them better then most
vampires who are hundreds of years old.
My sister, Adeline inherited only my mothers traits. She got the power
to raise the dead, raising our dead ferret on accident once, and none of
my fathers powers. I was glad that she didn't, you wouldn't understand
how horrible it would be for me to see my little sister feeding on
someone's life force as I have myself. I would never be able to see her
sweet face attached to the neck of a man or woman to keep herself alive,
it would be heartbreaking.
Last, but not least, Moi. I am half vampire half necromancer. Hard to
manage, I know. What I can do? I have their strength, their sight, their
graceful movements, their ability to blend, to move quickly, to
hypnotize. I have their ability to appear human, to mesmerize with my
eyes. I have their soothing voice and wondrous touch. I also have their
thirst for the kill, the hunger for blood, the want of sex, their need
for life. What I did not get? Their life expectancy, their unease to
crosses and their inability to stand the sun. Thank you Mom. I
age the same as any human, maybe my body not as fast as my mind. I am in
my twenties and so I look it. My mothers side is a bit different. I am
able to raise the dead, control them, make them do my biding, however I
am nowhere near as powerful as even that of my little sister.
History
I will get back to my sister, now that you know a little more about
me. Adeline was born with gorgeous blond hair, blue eyes, soft skin, and
a friendly touch. She was what any man would want and need, no matter
how much I intimidated her dates. She was a lovely young lady and grew
to be a lovely woman, or so I have seen from afar. When we were but
kids, me being a teen, Adeline still didn�t know too much about what I
was, just about herself as our mother taught her.
One day, while feeding on a willing woman named Gwyneth from downtown,
my sister found me. I was but sixteen, she was only twelve, she did not
understand. What would you do if you found some woman limp in the arms
of your brother, out in the backyard, in the middle of the day? Exactly,
she had no clue. She ran to my mother, screaming her head off. By then I
had let Gwyneth go and she had stumbled back to her car, something about
taking blood from her got her hot. I had run inside to find my sister in
a ball in my mothers arms, crying her eyes out, screaming as if I would
strike her as I entered the room.
The blow my heart took that evening was astonishing. Just to see my
sister that terrified of me hurt like nothing ever could, not even
death. My mother tried to explain as best she could what I had been
doing but she just did not understand. From that day on, Adeline never
accepted me as her brother and looked at me as If I were a monster. I
moved out of the house quickly after that, so that I could give her some
peace of mind, so that maybe she would get better. To this day, she
still does not see me as her brother.
It was not fair to me. She accepted my father, one who actually killed
for his meals, and yet she could not accept her brother, the one that
only took willing women and did not kill them, only took enough to
sustain ones� self. It seemed hardly fair, but she did not care. I was
not apart of her life anymore, the damage was done.
I grew up on my own after that, still visiting my parents when Adeline
was off to school. I never did call her Addie, always Adeline. I would
sit and talk with them, see how she was doing, find out anymore I could
about myself, about themselves, how Adeline was advancing and so on and
so forth, basically just keeping in touch.
Not too long after Adeline hit fifteen years old, my parents were killed
in a zombie attack. The orders given by someone we still do not know. My
sister had spent so long searching for answers only to come up empty. I
knew she would not find them and that was ok, my parents did not fear
death anymore then they feared life. They were torn to bits by zombies,
left with nothing to regenerate with. It was the intention all along.
That was five years ago and a year after their death, my sister went
missing. She never did show up, but she wouldn't want me looking for
her. She didn't fear the dark anymore than I did. I know what you are
thinking, how could I not go looking for her? Because in my
heart, in my soul, I knew she was already dead. I heard around the
streets a month later that she had died because she would not agree to
marry a very powerful and power hungry voodoo priest named Robert
Domingez. I was not angry with him�after I tore his throat out. I made
sure he got to see his life slipping away from him, draining his blood
from him, one drop at a time. As it came to an end, when he was almost
dead, I reached into his chest and pulled the very beating heart of his
from his body and held it in my hand. I brought my lips to that beating
wonder and sucked the blood left. He was dead and she was as well. All
alone. Isn�t that how it started?
A year later and I am ok. I live my life one person at a time. I am a
powerful vampire but not a very old one. I learned all that I could from
my father. I have no real friends and keep no one close, for they always
seem to die. How close can you get to what does not feel? You decide.
Just when I thought my life couldn't get any more lonely, I learned
something new. The information I had been given about my sister that had
sent me into a dangerous spiral down had been wrong all along. She was
alive...I have to find her...